We bout to get it, lyrics flippin' don't forget it
Swift rippin', plus a n***a's artistic when he spit it
Yes the poetic professor left an impression
Never regretting embedding the evidence of progression
Stepping it up when teaching a lesson
Keeping then guessing and questioning in reference of me flopping
In this recession
I never stress the blessings in this essence of time
Whenever it steps in, then i'll inherit a better grind
And i will cherish the time grinding, finding divine
Rhymes to confine to paper lines demonstrating the none violence
Pa**ion for rap,attack tracks with the dagger the rap hacker
With the rapture to match with the swagger
Don't forget the flow's evolved with a purpose the flows swervin'
Eager to master the track with no cursing
I ain't got no time to carry a load of the burdens
In all seriousness cause my shoulder muscles is hurtin'
But i'm hype to create a diversion,the gift of the lyrical facts
Got em feelin' the heat like a serpent
I'm bout to turn it up in environments that is urban
And spit on the bu*ter beats and then turn the heads of the lurkers
Sk**s of a skater who irk the nerves of a city worker
Catching attention with ease and sharp with gillette verses
And face off with the track like a fight poster
And then i finish this mission with the right toaster
And make sure i keep these strategies in store here
And execute these plans with this lyrical modern warfare